Grietas de escarcha rompen la piedra.
Dientes sucios sesgan mis entrañas.
Bestias encintas de sangre y sombra
buscan una salida...
Ilusiones transformadas en armas,
instrumentos de tortura:
una siniestra procesión de muescas
que recorre mi armadura.
Bajo los círculos de tus alas negras,
el cielo se cierra.
THE SKY ENCLOSES (X)
Cracks of frost break the stone.
Filthy teeth cut through my entrails.
Beasts pregnant with blood and shadow
seek a way out…
Hope transformed into weapons,
instruments of torture:
a sinister procession of notches
that cover my armor.
Under the circles of your black wings,
the sky encloses.
A ferocious display of blackened stoner-doom from Moscow's Moanhand, who offsets moments of bleak ugliness with clean, haunting melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021